


I Found You

by myblueworld



Category: Football RPF
Genre: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, M/M, Soulmate-Identifying Marks
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-10-31
Updated: 2016-10-31
Packaged: 2018-08-28 03:21:05
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,000
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8429500
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/myblueworld/pseuds/myblueworld
Summary: Villa tries to remember things by writing it on his palm. It's just a habit of him until suddenly it becomes a way for him to find his soulmate.From a Tumblr prompt: "Soulmate AU where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well."





	

**Author's Note:**

> 1\. As stated in the summary, taking place in an alternate universe, where when someone writes on their skin, whatever it is that's written will show up on their soulmate's skin. The writing will start showing up on each other's skin when they are about to meet.
> 
> 2\. Written in a rush so expect an embarrassing amount of grammar mistakes and awkward sentences.
> 
> 3\. I know I've written too many Silvilla fics. Bear with me.

 

**[***]**

“You know that it will show up on their skin, don’t you?”

“Huh?” Villa hastily writes on his palm. He has forgotten to save this phone number of one of his clients to his phone. But luckily he still has his name card. He lifts up his head to look at Frank. “What was that?”

Frank stares at Villa like he was asking  which country they live in at the moment.

“Those scribbles in your palm?" Frank gestures with his chin. “It will show up on their skin as well.”

Villa snorts. “Yeah, if I do have one. Nothing has ever shown up on my hand.”

“Yet,” Frank says nonchalantly. “It will start showing up when you are about to meet them. It can be tomorrow, next week, or next year.”

“Or maybe, never.” Villa waves his hand dismissively. “Now I’ve gotta go. This client has been so strict about meeting him on time.”

Frank sighs.

“Don’t forget to save that number to your phone!” Franks says to Villa’s back who’s making his way to the elevator. Villa lifts his hand and waves vaguely as a response.

Inside the elevator, Villa glances again at the numbers on his palm. Ever since he met his soulmate, John, Frank has become fussy about this soulmate thing. Villa on the other hand, has decided not to care anymore. His twenty-fifth birthday was four years ago, and still, no handwriting of any kind has ever shown up on his hand. That’s when he put soulmate in the list of things he couldn’t care less. Besides, he has other things that he should think about. More important things. Like his career in this advertising agency. He just doesn’t care anymore. That’s why when he walks out the building of his office, he already forgets about what Frank said.

 

**[***]**

David watches with fascination as the numbers show up one by one. One number is quickly followed by the next one, as if they are written by someone who is in a hurry.

This is the first time it’s ever happened. Just when David is about to conclude that he doesn’t have any soulmate bounded to him. He just had his twenty-fifth birthday last week, and when still nothing appeared on his skin, well…

“David, these are the books that just arrived and… Hey! What is that?”

David lifts his head up. In front of him, Sergio looks excited to see the numbers on David’s palm.

“You didn’t write it by yourself, did you?” Sergio asks, even though he knows that no, there is no way David will scribble something like that. First, David is that meticulous person who has everything in his planner and always has a bunch of sticky post-it to write on. And second, from what Sergio can see, it’s not David’s handwriting.

David shakes his head. He lifts up his hand, showing his palm to his co-worker.

“They’re just… show up…” David says. At first it was just a tingling feeling on his palm, on a spot under his thumb. And when David had a look on it, a number was already there while the next one was showing up.

“Oh, finally! Oh my God congratulation, David!” Sergio pulls David into a bone-crushing hug. David himself is still perplexed, trying to process what’s really happening.

A head pops out on the door.

“Sergio, Aleks is…Whoa! What’s happening here?”

Determined to not miss any excitement. Joe walks with wide steps to Sergio and David. Sergio is still holding David’s shoulder when he turns his neck to look at the tall blonde guy.

“It’s David! He finally gets his mark!”

“What?” Joe’s eyes widened. “Mark as in, the mark of his soulmate?”

Sergio nods, beaming a smile like a proud mother. The next thing that David knows, he’s already wrapped in Joe’s arms.

“Oh, our baby finally going to find that soulmate of him…”

“Shut up, Joe…” David wriggles to free himself from Joe. “You’re younger than me, for God’s sake. Stop calling me a baby.”

He uselessly tries to fix his hair. It already always looks fall all over his head, but Joe’s way of ruffling it has made it even worse.

Joe folds his arms over his chest, grinning. “Oh, of course you’re not a baby anymore. Especially now that you’re about to meet your soulmate.” Joe says the last word sing-songly.

“Oh, come on. It’s not like I’m going to meet them tomorrow or something like that. Right?”

He turns his head around to Sergio, looking for some support.

But Sergio has the same mischievous grin on his face. “Maybe not. Maybe yes. But one thing is confirmed. You _do_ have a soulmate, David.”

David’s eyes widened. Hearing Sergio saying it loud like that finally makes it feel real.

He _has_ a soulmate. Someone is bounded to him. Someone with whom he will spend the rest of his life with.

David shakes his head as suddenly a thousand question just pop out in his mind. But before he has a clear mind, Joe already pulls his hand. He holds David’s wrist to see what is written on his palm. Sergio quickly moves to Joe’s side, joining him to observe David’s palm.

Joe’s brows furrowed down when he looks back at David.

“It’s just some numbers,” he says, looking somehow disappointed. David quickly pulls his hand from Joe’s grip. Rubbing his wrist with his thumb, he frowns.

“What do you expect? A sonnet about loving and longing for someone?” David asks.

Joe doesn’t seem to care about his sarcastic tone.

“It looks like a phone number to me. Are you going to call them?” Joe asks.

David rolls his eyes. “I don’t think it’s their phone number. Why would they write their own number on their palm?”

“Besides, wouldn’t it be more romantic if they find each other by coincidence? Can you imagine, the excitement, the thrill of finally found someone..” Sergio moves his hand around as he speaks.

Joe elbows him. “Oh, you’re such a hopeless romantic, Sergio…”

Before Sergio had a chance to defend his opinion, a voice of someone clearing his throat makes them all look at the door.

“Joe, someone is in the circulation desk, _where you supposed to be_ , and the poor lady needs help, _that you supposed to provide_.” Aleks gives the three of them one of his stern look.

“Okay… Okay… I’m coming…” Joe mumbles as he makes his way out. Sergio trails a step behind him, murmuring something about re-shelving.

Feeling guilty because in one way or another, he is the one causing the fuss, David nods awkwardly at Aleks. He quickly swivels his chair to face the computer back. Nervousness creeping in as he can hear Alek’s footsteps coming closer to him. The library manager stops right behind him.

“I see that Sergio has given you the new collection.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do the cataloguing after I finish with this database, Sir,” David nods, but keeps his eyes on the keyboard.

“Good,” Aleks pats David’s shoulder lightly, making David flinch a little. “Keep up the good work.”

David murmurs his thank you as Aleks turns around and walks away.

“Oh, and David?”

David’s back stiffens. Before he has a chance to have a further response, Aleks already continues.

“Congratulation on the soulmate thing, kid.”

David gasps. His face feels like burning. He holds himself from turning around to see Aleks. Staring blankly at the screen, he waits until he can no longer hear Alek’s footsteps.

Letting out his breath in a long sigh, David shakes his head. He looks at his palm again.

Staring at the numbers that still there, he wonders why his soulmate wrote those numbers.

 

**[***]**

“Hey, so are you still going with us tomorrow?”

Villa averts his eyes from the document that he is reading. He stares at Frank blankly.

“Huh? Tomorrow? What’s with tomorrow?”

Frank sighs, but he still has enough patience to remind Villa.

“The dinner? Tomorrow? With me, Terry and a friend of his?”

“Oh.” Villa looks back at the papers. “Uh huh.. yeah. Thanks for reminding me.” But a split second later, something strikes him.

He instantly looks up again at Frank who already turns around.

“Hey, Frank!”

Frank who just about to walk away stops. He turns around.

“Yes?”

“I just remember. Somebody just called me to make me have something to do tomorrow evening…” Villa explains as he shuffles his things that scattered on his desk, trying to find the small paper where he jotted down the thing.

“Ah! Here it is!” Villa triumphantly picks a piece of paper that turns out to be a receipt from a store. Villa reads his  scribbling at the back of the paper. “My dentist has to go somewhere for a conference or something fancy like that, so his assistant just called me to reschedule my appointment.”

He gives Frank an apologetic look. “Hey, I am sorry Frank. Next time, maybe?”

Frank smiles a little. He shrugs his shoulder. “Yeah. We can do it the next time.”

He tilts his head a little, gesturing to the paper that Villa is still holding. “You better make a reminder or something on your phone about that appointment.”

“Oh, yeah.. yeah… Thanks.”

Villa reaches out to a pen and starts scribbling on his palm.

**_dentist tomorrow 6_ **

He doesn’t see how Frank rolls his eyes before he turns around and walks away from Villa’s desk.

 

**[***]**

David holds his breath as he’s watching how the letters show up on his palm. Just like yesterday, it starts with a tingling feeling on his palm. And then the letters show up, forming two words and a number as the last character. It‘s a messy handwriting but still, at least, legible.

David balls his palm. His fingers are now covering most of the writing. But he knows that it’s there. The letters, the reminder that somewhere out there, someone is destined to be with him.

 

**[***]**

The next morning, David sits by his dining table, sipping his morning tea. As usual, he goes through his organizer, planning his day. His eyes fall on the column of 6 PM. Nothing is there. But it reminds David of something. He opens his left hand, and looks at the palm. The letters have mostly vanished.

David chews his lower lip, thinking. His fingers fiddling with the pen that he’s holding on his right hand. He stares at the faded mark, now only looks like some random ink mark.

Judging from the handwriting, David assumes that _meticulous_ will not be the perfect word to describe this soulmate of him. Whoever this person is, it will be very likely that they easily forget things.

David sighs. Shaking his head as he almost can’t believe that he’s doing this, he starts writing on his palm.

 

**[***]**

Villa pours his coffee to his mug. Scratching his back as he walks to the table, he yawns. He is checking his phone when something feels a little itchy on his palm. Villa glances at his hand, wondering what causes it.

He gasps. His eyes widened as a letter appears on his palm. Another letter shows up, one by one. Villa blinks his eyes, and then rubs them, making sure that he’s not dreaming.

He’s not.

The letters keep on appearing until it forms a complete sentence.

**_Don’t forget. Dentist appointment today at 6._ **

Villa stares at the letters. Written in small letters, the handwriting is a neat one.

He carefully touches one of the letter, half-sure that the letter will disappear.

It stays there, along with other letters. Forming two whole sentences.

His heart started to beat much faster than normal, when he realizes what it means.

He _has_ a soulmate.

For a whole five minutes, Villa can only sit, staring at his palm.

Whoever this person is, they are out there. _His soulmate_.

Villa touches a letter again, this time rubs it a little harder. The part that he’s rubbing fades. Villa quickly stands up and makes his way to the sink. Washing his hands, his heart still pounding in his chest as he watches the letters disappear. He dries it on his pajama's pants as he walks back to the table.

Sitting on the chair, he looks at his palm, slowly rubbing it with his thumb.

Well, at least he knows that someone is bonded to him. And looks like this is a nice person, at least they are kind enough to remind him about his appointment (actually, he already forgot about it by the time he got back last night).

Letting out a sigh, he stands up and walks to the living room. After rummaging some shelves and drawers, he finally finds a pen that’s working.

He scribbles down a few letters. He doesn’t know what he is expecting, but after finishes writing, he keeps on staring at his palm.

To his surprise, after a few second, the letters disappear. But the tingling feeling comes back, and Villa watches in a daze as some words re-appear on his palm.

He reads the words, a strange feeling swirling in his stomach.

When he gets up and walks to the bathroom, he doesn’t realize that there is a smile on his lips.

 

**[***]**

To be honest, a pang of disappointment hits David when he sees the words that he wrote disappear. In just about five minutes, the letters disappear from his palm.

He shakes his head in confusion. If he and this person are meant to be soulmate for each other, their interaction should be…more exciting than this, right? Okay, maybe David doesn’t really know what he is hoping for. Maybe a simple _hello_. A greeting or something like that. But just having the words disappear like that, it’s not something that he has hoped for.

David lifts his coffee, sipping it as trying to put some senses in his mind. And then he freezes. It comes back. The tingling feeling tickling his palm.

His heart is jumping around when he looks at his palm. The handwriting that start to become something familiar is there.

**_Thank you. I won’t forget._ **

Unconsciously smiling, David gently runs his finger over the words. He walks to the sink, and washes his hand. Once he finishes drying it with a hand towel, he takes out a pen that he always brings in the pocket of his shirt.

**_No problem :). Have a good day._ **

He waits and waits and waits nervously. But as the time ticks by, until he finally must leave for work, the writing is still there.

At work, every now and then he will glance at his palm, and smiles a little.

He knows that somewhere out there, someone is also having the very same words written in their palm. His smile gets a little bit wider.

 

**[***]**

On his desk in the office, Villa glances at the neat handwriting on his palm. Something funny is fluttering inside him, and he has to bite his lips to hold himself from smiling. Otherwise Frank will get fussy and start asking him questions. No. Villa is not ready yet.

 

**[***]**

Villa stares at the almost-empty can of coffee. He sighs. At least he still has enough to make himself a cup of coffee this morning. When he sits on the chair, he sees the pen that he used to write on his palm yesterday. Without really thinking, he picks up the pen and scribble a word on his palm.

**_coffee_ **

After a couple sips of coffee and his brain starts working in a regular pace, he decides that considering he’ll need to buy the coffee in a grocery store, he better buy other stuffs too. He opens the fridge, cringes a little to realize how empty it is. He checks the expiration date of the milk that he finds in the fridge; and decides that he also needs to buy it. Villa scribbles milk on his palm. He takes another look at his fridge, sighs, and adds another thing.

 

**[***]**

**_coffee_ **

David’s eyes widened along with faster heartbeats. He re-read again the word that’s just show up on his palm.

What does it mean?

Is this person actually asking him to go out for coffee? Like… in _a date_?

His feet are cold when David frantically thinking on how he should respond. He reads the word again, and this time, he notices something that doesn’t feel right.

It’s just one word without any question mark. If they are asking for coffee, shouldn’t they put a question mark at the end of the word, considering that they were a _sking_?

David’s brows furrow down, and suddenly another word shows up

**_milk_ **

David starts to make his own conclusion about what is the meaning of those words. And the last two words that show up justify his conclusion.

**_frozen pizza_ **

Resting his back on the chair, David shakes his head. He snorts a little at his own stupidity for having his hopes high. _It’s a shopping list_ , David quietly thinks to himself. His soulmate was writing a shopping list instead of asking him for a date. David shakes his head, trying to clear his mind and brush off the disappointment.

He doesn’t wipe away the handwriting, even when he arrives at work.

It’s a busy day at work, and David doesn’t have enough time musing about soulmate. When the day is over and he’s entering his car, he remembers it. David quickly checks his palm, and almost nothing left there besides some marks that look like faded ink stain.

Tapping his finger on the steering wheel, David chews his lower lips as he’s thinking. Finally, he shrugs his shoulder and takes out a pen from his pocket.

He writes on his palm, somehow still doubting the reasons of why he’s doing this. He looks again at the words that he just wrote.

Letting out another sigh, he starts his car.

 

**[***]**

It’s a few minutes after 5 PM when Villa sits on his desk; waiting for his computer to shut down completely. Tapping a pen on his desk; Villa tries to remember what he supposed to do after this. He vaguely remembers that he wanted to do something after work. He just can’t remember what.

Suddenly something tickles on his palm. Villa gasps, and instantly lifts his hand. Just like yesterday, some letters show up on his palm. Villa watches in amazement, until no more letter appear.

**_Don’t forget to buy coffee, milk, and some food._ **

Trying to ignore the strange pull in his chest, Villa hastily jot down the things listed in the message into a small paper. Then he rubs the words away from his palm before he writes on it again.

_**thank you, you’re the best** _

When he’s in the grocery store, taking a can of coffee from the shelf, the now-familiar tingling feeling comes again.

He can’t help himself from grinning stupidly when he reads what’s written there.

_**Anytime. Have a good night :)** _

 

**[***]**

For some reasons that he can’t explain, instead of communicating with his soulmate, Villa now writes things that he has to remember on his palm. His soulmate, someone who Villa still has no idea who they are, will patiently remind him about those things. Even though sometimes he does remember about the thing that he has written; the reminder that appears on his palm becomes something that oddly warms him, something that makes him grin stupidly. Sometimes even Villa will rub his palm, erasing the words he has written earlier just to make sure that the reminder will come. There are times when he’s so tempted to do something more. Something more direct. Something more flirtatious. But there is this absurd fear in his mind that keeps holding him from doing so. What if this person says no? Villa can’t stand rejection. Especially from someone whom he starts to feel like a part of his daily lives. He still denies that this is a crush. How come he has a crush on someone he has never met?

Still, there are times when Villa catch himself daydreaming about what kind of person his soulmate is. Someone who kindly keeps on remind him about those small things that Villa writes on his palm. Just like today, he’s wondering whether his soulmate likes football, and which team they’re supporting. _Hopefully not United_ , Villa thinks to himself. _Anything but United_.

The sound of his phone going off jolts him back to reality. His eyes widened when he sees Xavi’s name on the screen. He quickly picks his phone up.

“Xavi! Hey, how are you? How’s New York?”

Xavi laughs. “It’s fine. A busy city. But at least the weather is better than England.”

Villa chuckles. “Oh, believe me, there will come a time when you actually miss the rain.”

“I doubt that,” Xavi says. “Hey, I am actually in town now for some business stuff. Want to meet up for coffee?”

“Sure,” David swivels on his chair, reaching out for a pen. “Where’re you staying?”

Xavi tells him the name of the hotel that he’s staying. “It’s near a public library.”

“Uh huh,” Villa hums. “I think I know where it is. If I am not mistaken, there’s a small coffee shop next to that library.”

“Yeah, I guess I saw it too. Want to meet there?”

“Sure. Is 5.30 okay with you?”

“Cool. I’ll see you there then.”

After saying goodbye and ends the call, Villa jots down on his palm

_**Xavi 5.30** _

 

**[***]**

“I can’t believe that you haven’t even talked with your soulmate yet!” Joe says in disbelief. Joe rubs his face with both hands.

“Well, we… I remind this person about their appointments everyday.” David shrugs his shoulder. He glances a little at the words that he just wrote on his palm a few minutes ago

_**Remember to meet Xavi at 5.30** _

“That’s not what I mean. I mean _real_ talking. Real conversation. One-on-one, face to face!” Joe explains, his hand moves around while he talks. “David, it’s been like…six weeks. And you two still haven’t met yet?”

Crossing his arms against his chest, he says, “Me and Kim, we decided to meet right the day after we found that we are soulmates.”

David rolls his eyes. “You can’t make yourself as the ultimate standard, Joe.”

“Besides,” David turns around back to face his computer. “I…” he stops there.

“You what?” Joe asks, this time in a softer tone.

David breathes out heavily, shoulders slump down a little.

“What if... what if we meet, and they don’t like me?” he says in a low voice, too embarrass to look at Joe.

Joe smiles, and stands up from the desk where he’s sitting. He holds David’s shoulders and squeezes them.

“Don’t worry. They will. You are likable.” He ruffles David’s hair, doesn’t care when David protests him. “Look at us. We all like you. They will definitely like you.”

“Yeah. I hope so.” David smiles a little. “Now let me work in peace, will you?”

Joe leaves him, but not after he ruffles David’s hair again. David himself, once he continues his cataloging, he totally gets lost in his job. The thought of soulmate disappears for a while from his mind.

 

When he realizes he has been staring at the screen for 10 minutes without doing anything, David decides that it’s time to go home. The small numbers at the corner of his screen show 7.18, so he’s been working overtime for more than two hours.

David sighs. He shuts down his computer, and moves his neck around, trying to loosen the tense a little bit. He has been working so hard; he feels that he deserves a treat. _Hot chocolate sounds good_ , he decides. And he knows that the coffee shop next to this library makes good hot chocolate.

 

**[***]**

“Great seeing you again, Villa.” Xavi says as he stands up from his seat

“Yeah. Nice seeing you too.”

“You’re going back to your place now?” Xavi asks as he putting on his coat.

Villa rubs his chin, looking hesitant. There is this nagging feeling that makes him don’t want to go back yet. A feeling that says that he should stay, just for a little while.

He doesn’t know why. He just feels that he has to stay.

“Naahhh…” Villa shakes his head. “I’ll stick around for a while. Finishing my coffee.”

“Okay then. Well, good bye Villa.”

Villa waves back at Xavi. When Xavi walks out of the door, Villa lets out a sigh and rests his back against the chair.

Deciding that at least he can eat something while he’s here, he calls the waiter to order some pastries.

Eating slower than he usually does, Villa gazes at the people passing by the window next to him. He wonders whether one of them, maybe, is his soulmate.

Villa sips his coffee. He puts the cup back and turns his head to look at the window. That’s when Villa sees him.

 _Him_. The most beautiful man that Villa has ever laid his eyes on. The guy is walking, hand brushing off some hair from his face. From this angle, Villa can see how perfect is the guys’ nose. Which is ridiculous. Because Villa never pays attention, never cares about someone else’s nose before.

It’s like he stops breathing at once while at the same time his heart is jumping around. With his eyes, he follows where the guy is walking to. Much to his delight, the guy actually turns left, entering the coffee shop where he is sitting.

His brain freezes. This is the first time he feels weak on the knees, just because of seeing someone. The guy brushing his hair again from covering his eyes, and smiles at the barista that greets him from the counter. From the way they talk to each other, it looks like the guy and the barista are not strangers to each other.

Villa keeps on watching as he takes a seat on the table nearest to the door, a few tables away from Villa.

A thought strikes Villa.

This must be _him_. This must be his _soulmate_. Villa already knows that he will do everything, anything that this guy asks for, from the second Villa saw him. It only means one thing: they are meant for each other.

His hands are trembling when he frantically looks for something that he can use to write. Somehow, maybe the stars up there are aligned, because surprisingly, Villa finds a pen in the pocket of his coat.

He steals a glance at the guy, who now has a small book on his hand. He is looking down at the book, a serious expression on his face. It’s such a simple thing, but Villa just finds him to look so graceful. The guy is holding a pen on another hand, tapping it slowly on the table.

Villa’s eyes shift from the guy to his palm. The words are still there. Written in the familiar, neat letters.

_**Remember to meet Xavi at 5.30** _

He can’t remember the last time he felt so nervous like this as he tries rubbing away the words. After the letters have gone from his palm, he writes hastily on it.

_**are you in a coffee shop?** _

Villa lifts his head up a little. If it is even possible, his heart beats faster when he can see the guy looks at his palm. And it looks like he is smiling as he angles his palm to have a look at it. In a second, that smile disappears, replaced by a startled look. He rubs his palm, and starts writing on it.

Villa quickly checks his palm. Something warm and funny but also nice, an unrecognizable feeling but clearly not a bad one at all, is bubbling inside Villa. The words that he has just written have gone. Replaced by the neat letters.

_**Yes, I am. How do you know?** _

Villa doesn’t bother to erase those words from his palm. He just writes below them.

 _**I found you** _  

**[***]**

David can’t believe this. He blinks once, and then again. But those words are still there, written below the words that he just wrote.

_**I found you** _

The rush of blood on his vein suddenly feels so much warmer, along with the thumping of his chest. He lifts up his head. And what he sees, is a man, the most handsome man he has ever seen, walking towards him.

The man stops by his table. There is a small, awkward smile on his face. Like he’s not sure whether he’s allowed to smile.

David wants to say something. Wants to ask questions. But his brain fails him. He can only stare at the man in front of him.

The man rubs the back of his neck. He gestures a little with his chin to David’s hand, still facing up. The words are still there.

“That’s my handwriting.” He says. David can see something the fragile look of hope in his eyes.

Suddenly, it just clicks. Seeing into his eyes, David feels that everything falls into the right pieces. That the lost piece that he doesn’t even know are exist just show up, filling the hole that David has ignored.

This must be him. This _is_ him. _His soulmate_.

David’s lips tug up. He tilts his head a little to the left.

“Hello, soulmate,” he says.

The tentative smile on that man’s face instantly turns into a grin. The fragile look in his eyes disappears, replaced by something warm.

“You found me. “ David says, holding his gaze at the man’s eyes.

The man nods, and sits in front of David. He reaches out for David’s hand, and holds it. David holds his hand back, feeling how amazing it is to have their fingers lacing together, filling the spaces between them.

“Yes,” he says, nodding again at David. A soft, gentle smile is on his lips. “I finally found you.”


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